September 7, 2006

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Wednesday 13, Fang Bang
Rycodisk, 2006

Dust off those day-glo skull pantaloons, ye mall-goth porn-dolls, there’s a new Marilyn Manson inna house. Or at least his For-Dummies doppelganger, cycling through a slam-dunk formula that blenderizes Ramones speed, Alice Cooper’s voice and Disturbed’s guitars, and cripes, look at the MySpacers go bonkers — you don’t want to go anywhere near that URL unless you haven’t yet hunt-and-pecked your quota of “You guys are defnatly [sic] rockkin [sic] [illegible]” for the week. You already know what it’s going to look like live: heavily made-up scarecrow guy on giganto-clogs moving around like your granddad on skag, making a spook-arm with whichever one isn’t busy helping keep the mike in front of his face to protect the stage-crowders from spittle-showers as they flip off the reaper by helping Wednesday remember every line of his Famous Monsters of Filmland lyrical branding (“Morgue Than Words,” “Happily Ever Cadaver” and the like). Fricking old shame that they’re avoiding anything resembling a northeast metropolis this tour. Wouldn’t you go, dude? B+

— Eric W. Saeger